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Tyrion

           Hisrightsidewasonehugeache,andastabofpainwentthroughhischestwheneverheliftedhisarm.What’shappenedtome?Eventhebattleseemedhalfadreamwhenhetriedtothinkbackonit.IwashurtmorebadlythanIknew.SerMandon...

           Thememoryfrightenedhim,butTyrionmadehimselfholdit,turnitinhishead,stareatithard.Hetriedtokillme,nomistake.Thatpartwasnotadream.HewouldhavecutmeinhalfifPodhadnot...Pod,where’sPod?

           Grittinghisteeth,hegrabbedholdofthebedhangingsandyanked.Thedrapesrippedfreeofthecanopyoverheadandtumbleddown,halfontherushesandhalfonhim.Eventhatsmallefforthaddizziedhim.Theroomwhirledaroundhim,allbarewallsanddarkshadows,withasinglenarrowwindow.Hesawachesthe’downed,anuntidypileofhisclothing,hisbatteredarmor.Thisisnotmybedchamber,herealized.NoteventheToweroftheHand.Someonehadmovedhim.Hisshoutofangercameoutasamuffledmoan.Theyhavemovedmeheretodie,hethoughtashegaveupthestruggleandclosedhiseyesoncemore.Theroomwasdankandcold,andhewasburning.

           Hedreamedofabetterplace,asnuglittlecottagebythesunsetsea.Thewallswerelopsidedandcrackedandthefloorhadbeenmadeofpackedearth,buthehadalwaysbeenwarmthere,evenwhentheyletthefiregoout.Sheusedtoteasemeaboutthat,heremembered.Ineverthoughttofeedthefire,thathadalwaysbeenaservant’stask.

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